Liang Zhihuan, who was half-awake and half-asleep, muttered, and his little hand couldn't help but raise to try to stop it. "No...... Tired ......," she muttered, word by word.

The palm was warm, and the man's low but emotional reassuring voice was in his ear: "Huanhuan, Huanhuan loves me, right......

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